Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods!-Chapter 559 - 115-Perilous Encounter

Boom!

Just as Alan was lost in thought, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted outside the train.

The next moment, a violent tremor jolted the entire cabin, throwing him hard onto the floor.

Alan quickly stored the Spirit of Fire away and scrambled to his feet, instinctively looking out the window.

What he saw made his blood run cold—a massive magic array was slowly materializing above the train, its runes pulsing with terrifying destructive energy.

In an instant, the array severed the connection between the first-class car and the rest of the train.

But that didn't mean the passengers were safe.

In fact, Alan could already see some carriages derailing and toppling off the track completely as the magic array took effect.

Muffled cries of pain and panic filtered in from the outside.

Then, starting from the last carriage, a chain of explosions rocked the train again, each one louder than the last.

Without hesitation, Alan smashed the glass with his elbow and leapt out of the first-class compartment.

The magic train was still speeding at full throttle—jumping off was unimaginably dangerous.

But Alan knew one thing for sure—if he didn't jump now, he'd be buried with the train in the ensuing inferno.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Sure enough, not long after Alan leaped out, a thunderous explosion erupted behind him.

The entire first-class cabin was torn apart, reduced to flaming debris in seconds.

Alan, caught in the forceful inertia, had completely lost control over his body.

He tumbled along the ground like a human tire, rolling, bouncing—unable to stop no matter how hard he tried.

"What do I do?!"

His mind raced.

In this kind of scenario, most magic was utterly useless.

The fire element was pure energy, the water element was liquid—neither could lessen the terrifying inertia from the jump.

He could try using the wind element to generate a counter-current and slow his rolling, but with his current lack of control, he might just send himself flying faster in the wrong direction.

As for the earth element?

Alan didn't even consider it.

At this speed, if he collided with a mana-formed earth wall, death would be certain—and a quick one at that.

"What do I do… what do I do?!"

He questioned himself again and again, racking his brain for a way out of this death spiral.

Then, a thought flashed through his mind—the holy sword staff!

"That's it! I'll use that!"

Without delay, Alan summoned the holy sword staff.

But not to use a light sword technique—light, after all, had no physical form.

What he needed now was not an element.

What he needed was something solid—and the staff was exactly that.

Clenching his teeth, he grabbed the staff by one end and rammed it into the ground.

Screeeeech—!

As the staff dug into the earth, it carved a long trench behind him.

His tumbling slowed—noticeably.

But before he could celebrate, his grip slipped, and the staff was flung from his hands.

Alan's eyes widened in horror.

Up ahead—a sheer cliff, the bottom hidden in a haze of clouds.

The magic train could cross this chasm thanks to its elevated track, but Alan had been flung far from the rails. He had no control over his direction.

Now, without the staff to anchor him—he was doomed.

"Come back…! Come back to me!"

Watching the staff grow smaller in the distance, Alan wanted nothing more than to extend his arm a few feet further, to reach it, to grab it again.

But he couldn't.

He hadn't yet mastered the skill of shaping mana into whatever form he wished.

Just as despair began to take root, the holy sword staff—previously motionless—suddenly slid a few inches toward him, as though pulled by some invisible force.

Alan's eyes lit up.

Not wasting a second, he tried once more to extend his mana—hoping to grasp the staff before the cliff swallowed him.

When he was just a few meters from the drop, Alan clenched his fist.

The holy sword staff suddenly plunged deep into the ground like a spike.

And between him and the staff, a faint, thread-like mana tether shimmered into view—connecting them.

The final vestiges of momentum faded.

Alan had stopped.

Panting, bloodied, barely alive, he summoned the Stone of Sage and used it to heal his battered body.

Then, staggering upright, he walked toward the staff that had saved his life.

It floated into the air as if magnetized and gently hovered toward him.

Alan's heart surged with joy.

Perhaps it was the sheer desperation of the moment that had driven him past his limits.

Or maybe his mana had heard his call—and responded.

Whatever it was, he could now feel a direct connection to the staff—a strong, unbreakable link.

Mana shaping!

In that crisis, with pure willpower, he had done what few could—given form to formless mana.

After retrieving the holy sword staff, Alan didn't bask in triumph.

Instead, he quickly summoned the earth element, carving a two-meter-deep pit beneath his feet.

Without hesitation, he jumped in and sealed the opening shut with a layer of earth.

In the darkness of the pit, soft light began to glow around him—the residual traces of light element.

Leaning against the earthen wall, Alan replayed everything that had just happened.

A magic train driven by church members—normally one of the safest means of transportation.

So why the explosions?

And that massive magic array that had appeared in the sky—it looked familiar.

Then, four words suddenly flashed through his mind: Lioncrest Academy.

Yes, if there was any group in the world brazen enough to blow up a church train… it had to be them.

But still, it didn't make sense.

His movements had been strictly confidential—how did they find him?

As he puzzled it out, Alan suddenly heard footsteps above him.

He immediately closed his eyes and used the Stone of Sage to release tiny blood-thread crystals, letting them pierce the earth and check the situation above.

Meanwhile, on the surface, two figures rushed past.

Alan recognized them instantly—Vice Headmaster Tyrande of Lioncrest Academy, and Beatrice.

Seeing that these two were truly behind the train attack, Alan gritted his teeth, his brow furrowing deeply.

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Tyrande summoned several vines, grotesque tendrils that slithered across the ground like living things.

After a while, he scowled and muttered, "Where the hell did that brat go?!"

Beatrice clenched her fists and frowned. "Tyrande mentor, even without using these filthy tricks, I would've killed that Alan with my own hands."

Tyrande retracted the vines and said coldly, "Don't overestimate yourself, Student Beatrice."

"These past days, I've been investigating him closely. That Alan isn't just unusually adept at manipulating mana—his body is also unnaturally strong, like those kingdom knights blessed by the gods. But most importantly—he controls four elements."

Beatrice gasped, covering her mouth in shock. "F-Four elements?! Could he be… not just a mage, but a magus?!"